👣 My Story My Version – Superhero👣

Superhero

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As a child, we all had/still have that superhero favorite character. The superhero who saves the world, takes all your sadness away, without saying a word. Needless to say, saved us from the boogie man under the bed- multiple times. Of course, ninja turtles, batman, Big Bird, Elmer Fdd, Robinhood, Bugs Bunny, etc., As the list goes on. That choice of superhero character grows in us as we grow with knowledge and wisdom. Consciously those characters come alive from within, unexpectedly to help us through tough times. Until age starts to help our mind relate to life, our superhero is the shit. Not one person can tell us different. Regardless what anyone has told you, our hero could hold secrets, clean up messes, keep us from an ass whipping, and fly to space; have lunch with Alf, be back by bedtime. Pretty impressive, right?

Nothing could prove us different or otherwise. Our superhero character built the image of who we are. That’s part of our driving force in life. Now your probably thinking, how is that possible if you were born in an age of no television? Well as I asked many elders in my days.. They all had the same answer. A made up vision or version of who they wanted to be. Or someone they known with special superhero powers.

Pretty amazing, our minds create a false impression or supped up character without a visual in reality to copy. If you try to vision something, you may see this guy. At one point this guy pictured below did a lot of crazy stuff. 😊

Stickman by Tom Fulp 1990’s

I bet your laughing right now. Never expected this guy – Stickman, huh? I believe its interesting to a fascination; how our memory puts something in storage and when that rotary spins around or shuffled, there it be – Stickman. With a smile on the face – incredible, Stickman made breaking news.. Resurfaced 30 years later and he still in search of his clothes. 😁

Just like our childhood superhero or favorite character, they show up least excepted.

My superhero showed up when I was only a few months old. In 1978, the house was occupied by five or more relatives. The curtains managed to tangle in a nearby box fan causing a house fire. All the commotion of getting all those in the house out. Everyone gathered outside, my oldest brother asked “where’s the baby”? Without hestitation, my big brother rescued me from the fire, smoke inhalation, and save my life. Guessing everyone, assumed someone had got me, being the bady, no one did. My superhero showed up with an invisible cape, much love, and a quick response.

As a baby, I couldn’t remember any of the event that took place. Remembering, the act of bravery once of, told and aware of the situation as a baby. Until your mind accepts reality, the impact of experience can’t be imagined. For myself, its something I am consciously appreciative to the importance of life and value of others. Why? My brother had a choice, and that choice he acted to save me is a blessing everyday. I have carried that pay it forward mentality all my life, due to his actions. His role carries a demonstration to help others, be a man, be yourself, laugh, enjoy life, and the smile he carries – is his own. Special design, created of his true character – superhero – to me my big brother – 💜

A big part of who I am, for his bravery to save my life. Some might say the house wasn’t in gulfed in flames. Or the fire was overbearing, smoke filled the house and curtains caused the house to catch fire. I was inside and anything could have prevented him from my rescue. Smoke exhaustion, inhalation, being trapped in the house, unable to reach me, or inhaling smoke being an infant all are dangerous and life-threatening. As he attempted to enter a burning house fire, my brother didn’t need a superhero suit, or a fire fighter degree, he did it out of love and character. Skills and knowledge we inherit throughout life. These are superhero skills that define our character and our person. No suit or helmet is required. Strength and awareness is required a plan of action that takes control. Thinking without thinking, acting with limits or boundaries – impulse.

This image is my original strawberry shortcake doll, ( maybe from the late 80’s. My niece played with as a child around 2013. It wasn’t her favorite character – Dora the Explorer was her chosen character. Strawberry shortcake had my heart, as my favorite childhood character. Maybe the sweet, innoncent, happy, caring, and smell good, (yes, she smelled of strawberries) was her image. Played a big role in *most my life growing up. Reflection to help others, be kind, happy, caring, and smell good. I put forth my best effort to be helpful to others; as much as possible throughout life.

Strawberry shortcake doll
My own image – Della Lonaker 2013

No matter what superhero you choose as a childhood favorite, it follows you throughout life. Our creation of character is built on our enviroment, our special thoughts, development of inner soul. Our creation is our own that no one else can copy.. No copy, repeat, image or resemblence can be deplicated. You are one special beautiful superhero. 🦋

As a reflection to my childhood, take a moment and compare your superhero or favorite character. How does your superhero compare to your own self reflection? Do you still have conscious superhero powers that get you through life struggles and challenges, current or present? We might grow in age, yet those childhood excitements never leave us.. We are just big kids that gain knowledge and height, the kid never fades away.. Its okay to be that kid at times.. It allows us to be ourselves, while we age and who we need to be.

Until our minds meet again. Be safe out there, much love and blessings. Remember, Everyday Mind’s. Matter 🦋

– Much💜, Della 🦋

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